~Apple Tree's~

I'm sorry
but sometimes
good gravy
doesn't cut it

stop putting
my teeth
on edge
don't sound
so shocked
I wasn't
born decrypted

remember, if
you can read
you can cook
and always
feed yourself

I couldn't
concentrate I
liked watching
his eyes
under the
quiet wind
of apple trees
that's where
I did
my dreaming

I always
thought if
I lived there
I could write
under the
apple trees
and be happy
but it
wasn't meant
to be

 too fancy
for my chapter
thinking is
just a
fancy word
for idle

~Sarah Mahina Calvello